she was drunk and passed out on the sofa, was enough to keep me sexually fueled for weeks. Dad came home on schedule, and I resumed my boring life, except in my room when I slipped into Dreamland With Mom mode and whacked off. Suddenly the girls at school meant nothing to me and seemed so thin, immature and definitely not sexy. Every time I caught myself glancing at their boobs I only saw my Mom’s luscious heavy breasts. Every time Jimmy and I talked about it we descended into excited whispers about how my Mom got us both turned on without even knowing it. Jimmy said it was like having our own fuck slave. We both wanted it all to happen again. Mom was totally normal at home for the first day or two after, then seemed to be